Chapter 13: The Morning After Massacre — When Feelings Hit Harder Than Moans
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Morning light slipped through the thin paper windows of the inn.
Soft. Quiet.
But Aoi wasn't asleep.
Because he wasn't alone.
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Futon of Chaos
His head rested on Miyu's chest, her soft hums syncing with his breath.
His right arm wrapped around Sakura, who clung to him like a pillow — naked skin against skin.
Rika's thigh was thrown over his stomach.
Her hand? Still lazily gripping his inner thigh.
And Sayaka?
She was on top of him.
Literally.
Sleeping on his chest, hair messy, lips curled in a smirk.
No towel.
No shame.
No space.
Just five bodies tangled like a secret no one should know.
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First Words
> "...You didn't even move last night," Sayaka murmured, waking first.
She looked down at him — at the way Sakura's fingers clutched his.
> "You belong to all of us now, huh?"
> "Is that a complaint?" he whispered.
> "Not yet," she smirked.
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Sakura's Cling
> "Nnn… Aoi-kun…"
Sakura shifted.
Realized what she was holding.
Blushed so deep, her whole chest colored.
> "D-did I… all night… like this…?"
She didn't move.
She held him tighter.
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Rika's Warning
Rika sat up, hair wild, completely naked — not even pretending modesty anymore.
> "They can flirt all they want."
She leaned down, licking his jaw.
> "But your first time? It's gonna be mine. Don't forget it."
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Miyu's Touch
Miyu pulled his face into her chest again.
> "We already kissed. Already touched…"
She pressed her lips to his forehead.
> "When the time comes… I'll make you fall in love."
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Breakfast War
They tried to act normal in the dining room.
Tried.
But Rika sat way too close.
Sayaka fed him a bite of omelet with her own chopsticks.
Miyu stole his miso bowl just to watch him chase her.
And Sakura?
She held his pinky under the table.
But then—
> "Aoi-kun… I love you."
Everything stopped.
Everyone froze.
Sakura didn't even realize she said it aloud.
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Tension Rises
Rika stood up.
Miyu's smile cracked.
Sayaka didn't say anything — just stared.
> "Repeat that," Rika hissed.
> "I… I said… I l-love him…"
The table cracked.
Not literally. But emotionally?
It shattered.
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Aoi's Thoughts
He stared at the three girls — now fully awake, fully ready to fight.
And at Sakura — blushing, terrified, but honest.
> "What now…?"
His heart pounded.
Because this was no longer just about who he kissed.
Or touched.
Or saw naked.
This was the start of choosing.
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